Jaspers Poems - Poems about Jaspers

...we always thought Jasper’s occupation was clandestine He works in Chicago and Miamai where gangsters work, right? So is he a mobster? He dresses like one, all in black. We dared not ask him wha......

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...Blue twinges of lament cast gaunt shadow o’er my dreadful pang as a grim mist segued into dark claustrophobic cantons where rabid zeal of hearts once smouldered from magma’s deep red vein Y......

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...Grand Hope Flower CA Hospital over a century of healing Construction din all of downtown one enormous construction site with all its might peeling into daylight Executive traffic think......

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...Tranquility is Amethyst skies And Lapis seas Sprinkled With Diamond dust. Jade fields of Topaz and malachite Dancing In the Suns rays. Agate gardens Filled with Swirli......

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...Jaspers are a gifted lot; they mimic many things. From poppies to a leopard’s spots, their pictures really sing. It weighs much less than many stones; in it you’ll see colore......

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...She walked in beauty Spare and Sprite While all around her stopped and stared As if in awe at such a Sight But on she moved, oblivious She, To those that Stared but could not see, That now at la......

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...Jackolantern Jaws she blows tricks and treats just the sweetest pumpkin, jamming to candle light, jaspers and goblins flight. Jumping Jack's and Jills find, jeweled cutouts divine, jostling ......

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...jackie-o'-lantern jaws she blows tricks and treats just the sweetest pumpkin, jamming to candle light, jaspers and goblins flight. jumping jack's finds her door, jeweled cutouts divine, jost......

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...Don’t the years go quick? It’s another birthday BBQ It’s that time of year again When acquaintance is renewed When family and friends Come affably together To eat a hearty meal outdoors And ......

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...I am from solemn, vagrant, forgotten; from paper and cloth. I am from the Wheatland. A derelict gerdner, no longer tending the bud. I am from Nietzsche and Jaspers, from Mother and Father and ......

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